Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, me something to drink in here
Please sit and watch a little TV

Yo they comin', crazy but I know it they comin'
Maybe, not lately I feel it coming I knew it, they
This in President, I guarentee
Jim, Jimmy, Jimmy up, Jimmy
Only the can save, 5.99 no obligation
Let me to rock this mic
Now the bear hybernates
And, and what was through your mind right now

Look at these weak getting G's
wore BVD's or even bellbottom Lees
Please, with these fantisies you selliing keys
When you know you bees in of the TV eatin' grilled cheese
On your you know my steez
Kris is with these M-I-Cs

I'm Poison like BBD the plot thickens while I be
And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and over the
And cable clippin', sickenin'
though some people ain't admitting
Through they I keeps it kickin'
And tippin' the scale I pay not bail
Drink not ale, my MC Hammer hits it right on the nail
I can't with my 7 stripes

Strike one pierces the lung over the drum become dumb
"um?" They numb, bite the tongue over the bass drum
I am D the MC Run, spittin' lyrics for fun
And for a sum of the crumb
You when you swung, I connected whole hum
one done underestimated KRS-One, yeah, so

Say
If you really true skill
Say
If you the hip hop to build
Say
I'll be rockin' all round
You better the F out before we go up in your mouth

It's just begun to bubble, KRS-One trouble
On the mic soon is no double
I from under the rumble
Count the poetic construction, audio abduction
Showbiz production for wack reduction
And fly instruction

Keep the party
Keep the DJs buggin' the orthodox
Non Xerox hip hop box
It was dope first crack out the box with LaRock
How MC's are washed up like sweat
KRS-one makes the nod

Say
If you really want skill
Say
If you the hip hop to build
Say
I'll be rockin' all year
You better the F out before we go up in your mouth

KRS-One, yes my son
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KRS-One, yes my son
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You know they can't compete, ain't that
No
You better the F out before we go up in your mouth

When it's my turn, kid, at what you done did
my head is dreadable, you edible
I incredible shit for my poeple
I'm jackin' like me so sue and stretch like bobbito overloops
While you on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in group
You screwed up, oops, I can read a true
Like I a new book

I'm on hip hop culture
Look at the tip top structure
Floatin' a soap bubble that you don't wann puncture
Or rupture, I write what I utter, mother mother
There's too many of us still trying and not doin'
Not suceeding still pursueing, what you
you doing? What you doing?

The session is started departed on
I beg you please my lyrical menu
What others do I can do
Enhancing 7 of your mental
I dismantel stress, you're to the advanced lyrical best
qualified to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' is in full session
Now show 'em how